Sunday, June 08, 2008

Friday, Grace had her four year checkup, and here's how she measures up!

-Weight: 40 pounds. This puts her in the 90th percentile for her age.

-Height: 42 inches. This puts her in the 90-95th percentile for her age. She grew four inches from last year! No wonder none of her clothes fit!

I have a tall, skinny kid. She certainly doesn't get it from me. She's always been at the top of the charts in this regard, though.

Developmentally, she's right on target. She is doing all of the things that a kid her age should be doing. She dresses herself, she's fully potty trained, she a little question box, asking questions about anything and everything. The doctor asked if she sleeps in her own bed, and I said yes, but had to stifle a little "Ahem" after I said it. She sleeps in her own bed, but it's on the floor right next to our bed. Details, details. We have every intention of starting the process of moving her to her own room, but the events of the past couple of weeks have made it difficult for me to climb that emotional mountain.

Anyway, nothing but good things from the visit (other than the FIVE shots that she had to receive in anticipation of starting four-year-old kindergarten in September). The doctor told me what I already know--that I have a healthy, happy, wonderful kid. In fact, age four is by far my favorite age so far. Grace is able to do many things on her own and wants to at least try to do the rest of the things on her own. She is caring and compassionate and shows that she cares about others' feelings. She loves to read, do puzzles (up to 150 pieces!!), and do art projects. And, we are firmly out of that temper tantrum phase that plagued us from about fifteen months up until she turned three.

Just wanted to say thanks to all of you who read my blog and have sent support and encouragement my way. You all have made this bearable for me, and I can't thank you enough for your kind words. I thought about discontinuing this blog and blogging in general when I had the miscarriage, because many of my previous posts focused on my short pregnancy and the excitement of trying to conceive. After that, it was almost too painful to have to tell the story of the miscarriage, so I thought about not doing it at all. But, I am glad that I did, and I am glad because of you all. If I hadn't told this story, I would have missed out on all of the support you all have to give. So, thank you so, so much, from the bottom of my heart. I love you all.